I'm rewatching Queer As Folk, yes I'm straight and have a husband idgaf lol, and SOBBING because Brian Kenney RUINED ME and Brian/Justin were FREAKING PERFECT TOGETHER whyyyyyyy. They ended basically the way sharmen did on TLW fuck you Showtime for cancelling QaF before they could reunite!
It’s so weird and cool to see grown man, become children again around their parents, acting all insecure and afraid, like they are telling their parents that they broke something important from the house and they are waiting for a punishment. Even when they are adults. And in real life they act all badass and confident.
Album of the Week || 3.22.2015
“Brian Kenney & The Tired Suburbs” (self-titled debut album)
So yes, I know I like to review classic vinyls once a week (when I remember to...), but I cannot stop listening to this album. I had to share it.
Do you guys know the butt meme? You know, the one with the white kid in a target shirt who gets so mad at his Netflix account that he takes his clothes off? This is that guy. I know, who knew there was more to him than a butt that Demi Levato tweeted a pic of once?
Butt stuff aside, I am so proud of my good friend Brian Kenney (briankenneymusic / hummingintoawall) for releasing this incredibly intricate and layered album. I’ve known Brian for about four years and he’s been working on some of these songs since I’ve known him. It’s so great to see all of them finally mixed, mastered and performed in front of my face, as of last Thursday night.
I’d have to say that my favorite tracks are “Down With You,” “Single Life” “Congratulations” and “Walking Disaster” — all for entirely different reasons. That’s especially what I love about this album. There are no two songs that sound the same and you can truly get a sense for how diverse Brian’s writing style can be. Also, I found myself having a hard time not listing every track on this album as one of my favorites.
I’m an absolute sucker for harmonies (who isn’t?), so hearing super tight, three-part harmonies on every track made me feel lots of good things. “Miscommunication” stands out to me because of the “bums” around 1:30 (sorry, I don’t know the technical musical phrase for “bums”) — each vocal track is so articulated and perfectly matched with its harmonies that are continuously added as the song goes on.
I don’t know if anything I just said makes sense, but I love how thought-through every single track on this album is. Even parts in the backgrounds of songs that you don’t hear until the third time you listen through have their own three-part harmonies.
I could really go on about this album, but you have to listen to it for yourself. I’d describe Brian Kenney & The Tired Suburbs as a mixture between Ben Folds, The Frames, Weezer and a tiny tiny tiny bit of Foo Fighters. Honestly, it’s a mixture of everything and then some. With lyrics ranging from “I’d hang myself, if only I could find the rope” to “Can you even hear me with his tongue in your ear?” to “sweet mademoiselle, I think you’re pretty swell” — this album has an immeasurable range of emotions and sounds.
Bottom line: Brian has a ridiculous vocal range, so be sure to listen for that (on “Walking Disaster,” especially).
Bette estaba lista para la práctica de ese día. Podría decirse que esa noche era una primera vez, porque ambos actores no se habían conocido antes y era una escena que nunca se había practicado.
Bette tenía una copia del guión por si acaso, aunque contaba con que ambos ya tuvieran lista su participación y memorizadas las líneas. La directora esperó a ambos actores sentada en una silla instalada casi al fondo del escenario, donde podía ver a ambos dominar el espacio sin interrumpirlos.
Bette: Señores, necesito saber qué día de la semana próxima podrán verme a eso de las 9 de la noche para practicar las líneas de sus intervenciones. Confirmen día.
I'd love to find a better copy of this photo of a molting treehopper, which I tore off an old calendar. Unfortunately I didn't save any part that said the photographer's name or the company that printed it. Reverse Google Image Search isn't helping at all.
Addendum: It’s by Brian Kenney from a 1998 calendar by BrownTrout Publishers Inc.